Moon Piano

A Shakespearean Sonnet

The moon piano's notes fill the starless night air

A skin paler than any other woman you'll ever know

There she is again with her charcoal black hair

Playing out her torment and heart-some woe

In the middle of the forest, there is no one to wake her

Just the wind in the rain reminding her of what once was

Listening to the rain and its message is what she would prefer

Moonlight reflecting off her piano's black metallic gloss

After a few lonesome hours each night

The shadows of trees would all turn their faces away

She notices, and her tune changes to one of excite

Drenched in rain, moon in her eyes, playing for just one ray

Then the moon's beams have finally broken through the fir

So the rain glad fully begins to play the song for her

Reviews

[J.K.P.]

Interesting that you should try a Shakespearean sonnet. An intriguing poem...the imagery was hauntingly beautiful. :]